Jun. 23, 2011 at 12:33pm with 11 notes
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There was a period while I still drinking where I took copious notes of my adventures through a bourbon-induced fog, usually under the misconception that I’d need them later to effectively write about it. This is from a stint at my sister- and brother-in-law’s place in Baton Rouge during Mardi Gras in, I think, 2006. It reads At exactly 11:27pm I send a text message to my friends asking if the following metaphor was too much: “fuck cutting a rug—I’m ready to drill a fucking well.” While typing, my brother-in-law raps about me writing poetry. It is white & hilarious. It’s the forgotten hilarity like this that makes me miss drinking. This and the stack of boxes where my couch used to be. But the only reason I saw this today was because Roya pulled the notebook from a pile and ripped this page out while the pile fell around her. There was giggling and clapping. She’s adventure enough. I should take more notes.

There was a period while I still drinking where I took copious notes of my adventures through a bourbon-induced fog, usually under the misconception that I’d need them later to effectively write about it. This is from a stint at my sister- and brother-in-law’s place in Baton Rouge during Mardi Gras in, I think, 2006. It reads

At exactly 11:27pm I send a text message to my friends asking if the following metaphor was too much: “fuck cutting a rug—I’m ready to drill a fucking well.”

While typing, my brother-in-law raps about me writing poetry. It is white & hilarious.

It’s the forgotten hilarity like this that makes me miss drinking. This and the stack of boxes where my couch used to be. But the only reason I saw this today was because Roya pulled the notebook from a pile and ripped this page out while the pile fell around her. There was giggling and clapping.

She’s adventure enough. I should take more notes.

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